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  “Yum!” she said just before slipping her lips around the head and pushing them toward the hilt.

  Almost instantly my knees weakened. My whole body trembled, and I had to brace myself on her shoulders to keep from falling. Her head was moving like a piston now, her lips greasing my cock. She grabbed my ass to plunge me deeper into her. Finally, she pressed her face against my crotch, swallowing my cock whole. When I exploded in her throat, it felt like an atomic blast.

  Brianna let my cock drop from her lips, stringing a little thread of saliva mixed with cum. She kissed my balls and then got up to sit in her chair. She looked up at me with this incredible lust in her eyes, spread her luscious thighs and asked, “Have you ever eaten cunt?”

  I jumped out of my fallen pants and underwear and sank to my knees. Her hot, moist bush smelled sweet as I sank my face into it. I ran my tongue slowly over the outer lips. I put my hands under her soft but firm ass, sliding my thumbs to either side of my active tongue. Gently I opened her sweet cunt and probed it. Her moans sent shivers up my spine. I pushed my face deeper and started fucking her with my tongue.

  When she began to get juicy, I slipped my fingers into her pussy and moved my tongue to her cut, flicking and fluttering it. Brianna went wild and pulled my hair, forcing my face harder between her thighs. Her orgasm was as hard as mine had been. After her moaning stopped, I looked up at the clock. Shit! Lunchtime was nearly over. Brianna‘s eyes were still closed and a contented smile rested on her face as she sprawled in her chair with her legs draped over my back. “We’ve only got about 15 minutes left,” I told her. She opened her eyes and took her legs off my shoulders, got up and went over to clean off her desk.

  “Let’s finish what we started, then.”

  She bent over her desk, propping herself up with extended arms and wiggling those buns at me. They were creamy-white against the tan of her legs and back. I stepped behind her and grabbed her thighs. Slowly I entered her pussy doggy-style and reached my hands under her to cup her tits and rub her erect nipples. I stroked in a leisurely, circular motion, and each time my hips came around she backed closer to me, taking my cock deeper into her. We moved together like a synchronized piece of machinery until we both reached shuddering climaxes.

  We dressed quickly, and Brianna sprayed air-freshener around the room. There’s nothing like the smell of good sex, but not in a prison library. While she combed her hair, I kissed her and told her she was fantastic. I had a good friend and lover from then on. We spent every weekday “studying” through lunch hour in the library, until one day I got busted for having reefer and was returned to the medium-security facility, where I now sit writing this. The memories are wonderful, and they’ll hold me for the remaining time here. Five more months and I’ll be out. But this time I’ll leave behind my life of crime.

  I plan to indulge in only eating pussy!

  THE LITTLE WOMAN

  For years I was one of those guys who sit around dreaming. And even now that my dream’s come true and I have this great sex life, it’s still hard for me to believe it. I still picture myself as the Thirteen-year-old who wanted to run away from home to join the circus.

  But wait a minute. I’m getting ahead of myself here, because I wanted to tell you what it was about the circus that fascinated me. It wasn’t the clowns or the lions or the trapeze artists. It was the “freak shows” — in particular, the lady dwarfs.

  I’ll never forget the first time I got turned on by seeing one of these tantalizing little creatures. I was helping to break down the show when suddenly she stepped out of her trailer. I forgot everything I was doing, and my eyes became fixed on this strange little thing.

  At the time I didn’t really realize that I was turned on — at least not until later that night, when I lay awake on my cot thinking about what I’d seen. Before I knew it, I was frantically stroking away at my penis, imagining that teeny-tiny body with the head of a woman. I didn’t even know anything about blow jobs in those days (I was barely 14), but I definitely remember jacking off to the image of that head of hers going up and down on my cock. Somehow it was the idea of the large head on top of that miniature body that got to me, and before I knew it I’d spouted a huge stream of cum all over the sheets. From that point on I was hooked.

  Still, it was pretty much fantasy with me from then on. Oh, one time I did manage to pick up a midget in a theater on Second Avenue when I was living in New York City. She was an ugly little thing, and after she sucked my dick and I came all over her nasty little face, she asked me to fuck her. In truth, I was pretty nauseated by the whole ordeal, so I gave her a couple of bucks and got the hell out of there.

  After I’d gotten out of the service, my sex life was basically limited to jacking off to photos or porn flicks. One time when I was in Denmark, I found these pictures of girls in bunny suits fucking guys in tuxedos — but still, no dwarfs!

  I’d just about given up on my dream when one day my friend Sid Hoffman called me. He told me it was imperative that I meet him down at the fair-grounds, where a traveling circus was in town for the week. Knowing Sid, I figured something was up. Sid liked freak shows too, but his tastes were a little strange for me. He wanted to make it with the half-man/ half-woman.

  Sid said he was in a hurry and that I should meet him behind the sideshow tent at 6:30. At 7:45 I was still waiting, and getting a bit antsy, when suddenly I felt a tap — on my thigh. My chest tightened, and I. turned.

  “Hi ya! You must be the guy Sid told me about,” she said. “I’m Big Bertha.”

  She was perfect. My cock began to swell immediately, and I murmured a silent thanks to Sid as I looked down at her: a magnificent head, beautiful red, cascading curls, eyes as green as spring grass, moist lips curled into a teasing half-smile. And that body! It was perfectly proportioned, and I wanted to rip her clothes off and look at every inch of it. Bertha obviously knew what was on my mind as she reached her hand out and grabbed hold of my already-hardened dick. And as her hand touched me, I realized I was trembling. The hand of a child!

  Without saying another word I swept her off the ground and picked her up till her face touched mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. While we were kissing, I could feel her begin to move her little pussy — rubbing it against my chest. I felt like I would faint any second.

  Somehow I managed to carry her to my car. I intended to take her to my apartment, but as soon as we got to my Ford, she went right to work — nimble little fingers unzipping my fly, stroking my cock — and then she brought down that big gorgeous head of hers and began sucking my dick like crazy. She tongued me like an expert, all the while running her child-fingers around the base of my dick and over my balls. I came at the third traffic light.

  I parked the car in front of my place, picked her up and literally ran up the four flights of stairs to my room. All the while Bertha clung to my side, seeming to enjoy the ride. I was hard again as we entered the room. She swung her doll body around and kissed me with her mature lips — thrusting her woman tongue deep into my mouth. I returned her kiss, tasting my cum on her lips.

  We sat on the bed, her lips still glued to mine. Again she rubbed her pussy against me, her tongue pulsing to the rhythm of her little hips. She started to undress, but I asked her if she’d let me do it for her. She just smiled that strange smile of hers and said, “Anything you want is OK with me.”

  She lay back, and I removed her clothes slowly — piece by piece — starting with her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she had tiny, perfectly shaped tits with erect nipples. I wanted to clamp my mouth down on them and start sucking, but I resisted, drawing out the pleasure of the stripping ritual. I pulled off her skirt, then her underpants. Her body was perfect. The body of a child, yet strangely matured. The perfect breasts, taut nipples, and now this pussy, which was unusually hairy — the strands trailing down her thighs. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I threw my head down between her legs and began lapping her cunt, which was already dripping wet. I
bent in such a position that she could reach my cock, and her tiny fingers stroked away while I ate her pussy and slurped up her juices.

  She began to make noises, moaning almost like a baby. I was getting turned on even more, and I flipped over onto my back, at the same time taking her by the ankles and turning her over on top of me. She began sucking my cock again, which was growing more monstrous by the second. Now my head was only inches away from her pussy, and I could easily smell the strong aroma wafting from it. After all these years without fucking I’d never really seen a cunt close-up, and I wanted to get a long, satisfying look. She had large cunt lips — the kind that hang down; I spread them apart with my two fingers. It wasn’t hard to see her clit sticking out like a tiny penis, and I began to flick it rhythmically with my forefinger. She lifted her head off my cock just long enough to admonish me: “No, not like that … go from side to side.” Nothing like a woman who knows what she wants! I did as she asked, and her clit seemed to grow larger every second.

  Now things were really getting juicy; the color of her cunt lips had turned from a light to a hot shade of pink. Suddenly she jammed her tight cunt down on my thumb, and I rammed it in and out like a piston. She was sucking like a lunatic on my dick now, all the while slamming her tiny cunt harder and harder up and down my thumb.

  “O000000h,” she moaned, but the scream was muffled as I let go of my wad, filling her mouth. She slurped it all in, letting only the slightest little dribble out of the corner of her mouth.

  She looked so cute that I couldn’t resist the urge to lift her up in the air and turn her round and round as if she were a toy. Incredibly, she kept that strange half-smile on her face as I hoisted her up and down in the air several times just like a loving father does to his child. To my surprise she began to emit delighted little giggles — just like a baby. Then I lowered her, and she put her beautiful mouth to mine, and we kissed until we drifted off to sleep.

  We both awoke at the same time and shared a cigarette. I told her that I felt as if I’d just come out of a dream, or rather gone into one. I still couldn’t believe it. My lifelong fantasy had come true.

  She told me that she’d been in the circus since she was ten and that she’d tried fucking some of the other dwarfs, but that she’d never really gotten off.

  “I always wanted a real man,” she said, as she took hold of my dick again. “A real man,” she repeated, and then the words turned into a chant as she stroked my dick. Suddenly the words changed. She was begging, “Fuck me, oh, please, fuck me. I’ve never been fucked by a real man before.”

  I told her I was afraid that I would hurt her, but she said to go ahead. She was still pumping my dick with her hand as she literally crawled up my body.

  “Lie back, honey,” she said. Then she lifted herself onto my shaft and immediately began moving her pelvis around in circles, going faster and faster. Actually, I had thought my cock might come out her throat, but I was surprised to find that it fit her cunt perfectly.

  She continued to grind furiously — a miniature dynamo. She threw her head back, the red curls tumbling over my thighs, and as her lips parted, a guttural growl emerged from between them. It was a little weird. The child was transformed into an animal. It .didn’t take her long to come, and as she did, she let out a long, loud yelp, at the same time wrapping her muscular little legs around my sides. I was once again amazed at the amount of strength in that tiny body.

  “Want to fuck me in the ass now?” she asked.

  I was shocked! But before I had the chance to answer, she turned around and stuck her cute buns in the air, wiggling them in my face. I spread her cheeks wide apart and looked up her butt.

  “Come on, what are you waiting for?” she said. She traveled down my body until the tip of my cock was touching the rim of her asshole. My dick isn’t unusually big, but I felt afraid to shove it in — afraid that I might split her in two.

  “Butt-fuck me, you bastard!” she snapped.

  I got angry. I stuck my cock in up to the hilt, at the same time picking her up by the stomach, turning her over and throwing her facedown on the bed. She let out a loud grunt as she hit the mattress, but I was slightly crazed now, and I was pumping in and out of her balloon knot like a maniac.

  I was so wrapped up in what I was doing that I didn’t hear the muffled cries coming from under me, sounding something like “mmmppggghhhh.” Then I opened my eyes. When I saw that she was suffocating, I eased up enough so that she could remove her face from the pillow.

  “Jesus God, you’re smothering me, you moron,” she bawled.

  I was mortified. My God, I thought, I could have killed her. But the next second: “Hey, I didn’t say stop. Just give me some breathing room. Let’s go, hey?”

  I butt-fucked her some more until we both came.

  “Well,” she said later as we lay back, “I’ve never been screwed quite like that before.”

  She was neither the little child nor the horny creature she’d been moments before, but something in between. I couldn’t quite figure out what her mood was until I saw that her eyes were wet. Mine grew wet too — so powerful were the emotions I was feeling.

  So what can I tell you? What more could someone possibly want than to marry his fantasy? Bertha and I have been together more than a year now, and our sex life is a constant turn-on. She’s got a great job as a masseuse in a health club for “little people.” By the way, I’m the manager. And we’ve already met some little couples who are into swinging, which has opened up a great big new world for us. Or, more precisely, a great little one.

  DRILLED BY A DENTAL AID

  “Do you really enjoy hurting people? Making them wince as you poke away at them?”

  I wasn’t used to this type of question from a dental assistant. Vanessa stood there, her arms crossed. She was beside my desk as we waited for the next patient. I should have known when I hired Vanessa that she’d be more than simply an assistant. She’d be the sexual animal who’d save my tormented mind and free my penis to the true pleasure I crave.

  “I’ve worked with many dentists,” she said with a wry smile. “Many of them are like yourself — needing to be the one to feel pain instead of administering it.” She brushed my cheek with a feathery kiss and said she would help me.

  Dentistry was never really my choice. I was herded into this line of work because of parental pressure. And because of it, the woman I married still mocks me, claiming I didn’t have the right stuff to become a doctor. Imagine that, that loathsome creature drains the blood of my veins and the money from my bank account.

  At times, I truly felt at the end of my rope. I wanted to close the door of my office, leave my wife and practice behind and take off. But I don’t have to do that now, not with Vanessa around. She’s a beautiful, lascivious creature who can make my fantasies become realities.

  I still remember the first time I submitted to her stern discipline. We waited for my final patient of the day to leave. Then Vanessa stormed into my office. “How dare you overcharge these poor people. You should be beaten senseless.”

  Her rage cooled slightly and a wicked smile dominated her face. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? It would enable you to release all the pent-up frustration you feel about your career and your marriage. I don’t suppose your fat-assed, nagging wife is much fun in bed.”

  I was suddenly laughing and agreeing with her apt description. Sex with my wife had become a tedious chore and filling her hole gave me the same unemotional feeling as filling a patient’s cavity. Vanessa made my penis feel young, strong and virile once more. She told me to call my wife and explain that paperwork would detain me. Instead of another boring evening at home, Vanessa took my hand and led me into an uninhibited, sexual paradise.

  At her place, she had me sit on the couch, made me a drink, then she excused herself, saying that she was going to slip into something more comfortable. She returned dressed in a leather corset, knee-length riding boots, and holding a whip. Sweat dotted my fore
head, but the reaction in my groin was explosive.

  “You’re really a wimp,” she mocked. “Oh, the expensive dentist, the pillar of the community. Did you ever stop and think how boring dentistry really is? No one wants to come to you. They hate it when you’re picking away at them.”

  She cracked the whip and ordered me to stand and undress. She walked around me, inspecting and poking at my balls and asshole as if I were an animal on display. Then she told me to get on my hands and knees. I did so without hesitation and felt the stinging of her whip on my ass. She lashed me repeatedly, the burning pain sending shivers up and down my spine, giving me a tremendous erection. “You do like it, don’t you?” she asked. I didn’t have to answer. My cock never felt so huge.

  Vanessa had me lick her filthy black boots, which I enjoyed immensely. When I kissed my way to her fleshy thigh and hairy pussy, she shoved me to the floor on my back. “You’ll lick it when I tell you, slave. You’re not worthy enough to taste the sweetness of my pussy. Not yet.” She stood over me and then turned. She smothered my nose and mouth with her muddy asshole. “Start there, unworthy one,” she said in a firm tone.

  I grasped her ivory hips and sniffed the earthy aroma of her backside. Vanessa reeked and added further fumes by passing wind in my face. The more she humiliated me, the greater my arousal became. I used my tongue on her dark rectum and coated her with saliva. Vanessa enjoyed it, squirming and reaching for my cock. Her firm, yet very feminine hands yanked my prick, and I bellowed in her bowels. But she didn’t relent.